[i]The Dojo gates suddenly bursted open, the one that came out a rather...odd man.[/i] "OI!! Who tha' fúck are ye, and what're ya doin here?!" [i]The 6'4 foot tall man roared with a loud British accent, his voice booming over the landscape as he stomped his way over to the newcomers. His burly body was engulfed in light grey robes, his thick leather boots and gloves adorned with iron and steel. The helm that covered his head was a thick gold, shaped strangely like a pyramid, and offered no sight to the man at all. In fact, he was stumbling quite randomly towards the group, as if he was actually blind. His right hand was tightly gripping a steel handle to a massive wooden wheel, the wood stained with dark blood as if it had been used to literally crush his victims. In his left hand was a golden and steel firearm, the barrel quite large for any normal weapon, although it looked like a rather odd cross of a rifle and shotgun. A sheath that was at the man's side contained an ancient jagged blade, deeply stained with dark blood as well. Attacked to the man's belt was a rather massive book, containing about 2500 pages if one estimated, and a small wooden music box, a trinket that may have belonged to the child. He kept approaching, dragging along the massive wheel as he began screaming once more.[/i] "An' what the hell was that music, eh? Sounded absoluteh wonderful, if I say so myself!!"